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"Where you goin', all alone, 'thout me?" cried Dotty Dimple, from the top of the bank. "You here? What did you come for?" said Susy. For answer, Dotty took a pair of rubber overshoes out of Zip's mouth. "Grandma says to put 'em right on, or you'll catch the hookin' cough; the boat's wet." "There, now," said Susy, putting on the rubbers, "I've forgot the basket for those Jack-in-the-pulpit roots.

He was close in with the edge of the point, ten yards from it, sweeping past it the point itself came between the two boats, hiding them from each other and Jimmie Dale, with a long spring, dove from the boat's side to the water.

"First cutters!" rang out, and the lad ran to the boat; the captain repeated his orders to the second lieutenant as the Nautilus was run on, so as to get as near as possible to the drowning slave before her speed was checked and her boat lowered. There, all ready in their seats, the boat's crew waited.

Go! at once! before you're further implicated!" "And leave you to ?" "Oh, doggon me. The moment that boat's gun sounds if only you're out o' the way I'll make a try. Go! for Heaven's sake, go!" Instead, with an agony of fondness, she glided to him. Distress held him as fast and mute as at the flag presentation. But when she would have knelt he caught her elbows and held her up by force.

She had thought herself very heroic, and that she should be ready to sacrifice her husband for the good of his country; but when it came to the point, she could not bear the idea of parting from him. Alick had gone round to see that the boat's crew were attended to. On coming back, he took another glance through his telescope down the loch.

All hurried to the place, and, venturing without scruple upon paths, which, at another time, they would have shuddered to lock at, descended towards a cleft of the rock, where one boat's crew was already landed. "Here, sirs! here! this way, for God's sake! this way! this way!" was the reiterated cry.

She listened quietly, asking a question now and then, sitting erect, the oilskins thrown aside, and one hand grasping the boat's rail. "What papers did you find in the desk?" "Letters mostly, establishing the identity of the Captain." "Who is he really?" "Charles Henley Philip Henley's half brother by a negro mother. Did you ever hear of him?" "No; I was never told there was such a man."

By the time that he had finished his business and come off again, breakfast was over, the stewards were clearing away the table and its equipage, and the movements of the torpedo boat's crew were becoming interesting.

Four other sailors were getting a last good lungful of fine fresh sea air for'd. At the conning tower were the commander, his helmsman, and a young lieutenant the boss of the torpedoes. Now and again another officer popped up his head through the conning-tower well, and that opening to the boat's bowels appeared just about large enough for his broad shoulders.

Another volley was fired, to give warning to the steamer that there was something extraordinary on the way, and then the boat's head was turned to the shore; but as they found that by constant baling they could just keep afloat, the lieutenant altered their direction, and they rowed on, with the gunwale nearly level with the water's edge, and proceeding very slowly, but ever carried by the stream nearer to the steamer and the isle.